Few others understand Xiao Leixue's world because he is a bloody man.

In this world, all bloody men know the word "patience". No matter how wronged or unhappy they are in their hearts, their faces always show strength.

Because they have never forgotten their responsibilities as a man.

So men are actually very tired and exhausted sometimes, but they just don’t want to say it.

Xiao Lei didn't say anything at this moment. He really hoped that this person would take the initiative to stand up. After all, this was someone he knew.

But he still didn't want this person to stand up, because his heart could no longer bear the betrayal between friends.

A person may experience betrayal from friends countless times in his life, but whose heart can endure such a thing? No one, no one can accept the betrayal of a friend.

This is the greatest sorrow in life.

Men can bleed, but they cannot shed tears.

The tears shed can only be in the heart. If the tears dissolve in the blood, they will be even sadder.

Shopkeeper Yang stopped talking. Of course he would not touch the scars in Xiao Leixue's heart for such a person.

Man Dajiang smiled and said: "I have heard about the name of the Ghost King for a long time. I never thought that the Ghost King that everyone is afraid of also has a bodhisattva heart. Are you willing to forgive this person?"

Xiao Leixue said nothing.

Man Dajiang sighed and said: "Since you two are unwilling to pursue his fault, I have no choice but to let me handle this matter."

At this time, Xiao Leixue suddenly said: "When everyone makes mistakes, why do we have to find the truth? Maybe one day I will make a mistake, but I don't know who will forgive me?

Xiao Leixue raised his head and walked into the inn. His steps were steady, but wherever he walked, two lines of deep footprints immediately appeared on the ground.

It leads directly into the inn.

Man Dajiang wanted to say another word, but when he saw the footprints left on the ground, he resisted and closed his mouth.

He could tell from the footprints on the ground that Xiao Leixue suppressed all the pain in his heart on his feet.

When a man is in pain, his hands will clenched into fists, and anger will show on his face.

However, the feet are different. They can not only support a man's strong body, but also allow him to vent his dissatisfaction and pain.

Of course, this is very different from women. Women will stamp their feet when they are particularly heartbroken, as if their feet have a lot of hatred for the land.

They very much hope that the person they step on when they feel heartache is a man. First of all, this man must have enough reasons to be afraid of his wife.

Everyone's eyes stayed on the footprints, but no one stood up.

So Shopkeeper Yang waved his hand, and the men who came from outside the inn came over and started cleaning the tables outside the inn. No one of them spoke.

No one asked anyone outside the inn if they wanted to go watch the moon tonight? After all, today is also August 15th.

No one complained outside the inn, and no one asked shopkeeper Yang. People walked into the inn consciously to find their own guest room.

The men quickly cleared away the table and stools and quickly disappeared into the night.

Soon there was only the moon in the sky outside the inn, and it was still windy.

The wind blew the big lantern outside the inn as it pleased, and this silent night could only belong to it.

Let it blow until dawn, but when dawn comes, the moon is still there, but not as bright as it is at night.

Outside the originally quiet inn, a group of people came, and the leader was a living dead.

His face was very pale, as if he had admired the moon all night without going to sleep.

Of course this is definitely not a fact.

The living dead is a living person, not a dead person.

Just when it was getting dark, he brought a dead man with him.

This man was lying outside the inn, with a blanket covering his lower body.

A very sharp sword passed through his chest, and the blood had solidified.

Everyone who walked out of the inn couldn't help but look surprised when they saw him.

Even if people have never seen him, when they see the sword wound on his chest, the first thing they think of is not this person, but the person who can kill him.

Because this person is Murong Jun. There are not many people with martial arts skills like him in the world.

Even Li Qing must take it seriously the moment he takes action.

He was injured, and his injured hand was stabbed by a lonely sword.

Who on earth would kill the injured Murong Jun?

Li Qing, who walked out of the inn, wanted to know.

Since Loneliness didn't choose to kill him and just pierced his wrist with a sword, Loneliness had no reason to chase him again.

But loneliness is not here at this time. He has been gone for a long time and no one can explain it to him.

Li Qing was not the only person who walked out of the inn, but the moment Li Qing walked out, the standing living dead looked at him with strange eyes.

The strange look in his eyes made Li Qing feel very awkward, but he couldn't speak because everyone here knew that his sword was the fastest.

Murong Jun is not an ordinary person. He can penetrate his heart with a sword. The person who draws the sword must not only be quick but also accurate.

A sword pierced the heart, leaving red under the sword.

Li Qing silently looked at the dead Murong Jun. This was a young life that had already left when he shouldn't have left.

Is it for love? Or for hatred? No one knows.

Because this is Jianghu,

People who enter the world have no way to choose their own life or death, because they always live for others.

For the first time, Li Qing felt that everything was so sad.

"Did you stay in the inn last night?" the living dead asked the first thing he said when he saw Li Qing.

Li Qing nodded.

"Is your sword very fast?" the living dead asked again.

Li Qing did not deny it.

"Who can testify for you?" the living dead asked again.

Li Qing still didn't speak. There was only one person who could testify. She stayed in the room and did not come out. However, Li Qing could not tell his name.

Because she is his own woman, if a man uses his own woman to testify for himself, Li Qing knows that the living dead will not believe it.

Not only would he not believe it, he would not even believe it for such a reason.

"Because he took away your sword, you were very angry, so you killed the injured Murong Jun in the night." The cold words of the living dead made Li Qing unable to defend himself.

Although this statement is bizarre.

"I believe you very much. When the fairy disappeared, I didn't doubt you because you are Li Qing. But Murong Jun is dead, so I have to think about it this way." The living dead looked down at Murong Jun's sword wound.

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"Do you think only I can do it?" Li Qing said.

"It was you who told me that Shadow is dead, and you are the only one who can kill him now." The living dead said.

"But I don't have a sword in my hand, my sword is in his hand." Li Qing was helpless, knowing that this was not a sufficient reason.

Sure enough, the living dead man sneered and said: "Your sword is indeed in his hand, but you are Li Qing, and you have enough reasons and methods to do it."

The living dead stared at Li Qing's hand, as if they were seeing a sword at this moment.

This sword was only owned by Li Qing.

Li Qing gave a bitter laugh and said, "Even if I have good reasons, he is not a fool. Since he has left the inn, he should know that the further away the better."

"Perhaps he knew too many things. He wanted to go very far, but someone kept him and killed him." The living dead are very stubborn.

"You see that his injury was not stabbed by a sword?" Li Qing shook his head helplessly, unwilling to answer this question from the living dead.

No matter how you explain such a problem, misunderstandings have already begun to arise, and redundant explanations can only lead to greater misunderstandings.

The standing living dead man's eyes were cold. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Although the swordsman has no sword in his hand, he is still a swordsman. I understand it very well."

Li Qing couldn't help but look at his empty right arm. If this arm were there, it would definitely be holding a sword, a sharp sword.

In his eyes, Li Qing discovered that this man seemed to know swords very well. To be able to crack Gang Leader Tian's sword, he must understand swords.

Although the sword is ruthless, people have hearts.

Seeing Li Qing looking at him with suspicion, the living dead man opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he closed his mouth again. At this time, Li Qing heard a voice.

This was a very familiar sound. The path-finding pole was hitting the ground. When it fell, there was no sound of footsteps, only the sighs of people.

"Since we have chosen to let go of our past grudges, why do you need to bring up the past." The blind man slowly walked out, and Li Qing was confused by his words.

"Have you ever been able to let go?" The eyes of the living dead seemed very harsh.

"She doesn't like me, a blind man, so how can she like a one-armed man?" The blind man walked out of the inn, walked to Murong Jun's body, and suddenly stopped, as if he could see this man.

The living dead do not speak.
To be continued...